MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE 57 MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE MAN sails the deep awhile ; Loud runs the roaring tide ; The seas are wild and wide ; O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile, The unchained breakers ride, The quivering stars beguile. Hope bears the sole command ; Hope, with unshaken eyes, Sees flaw and storm arise ; Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand, Steers, under changing skies, Unchanged toward the land. O wind that bravely blows ' O hope that sails with all Where stars and voices call ! O ship undaunted that forever goes Where God, her admiral, His battle signal shows ! What though the seas and wind Far on the deep should whelm Colours and sails and helm ? There, too, you touch that port that you designedó There, in the mid-seas' realm, Shall you that haven find.